We both cleaned up and went to bed. We cuddled and talked about it. It didn't seem to be weird or anything, I felt good, I felt like a woman. Throughout the night he took care of me. I woke up a couple of times throughout the night to get go into the kitchen for some water and he always went with me to ask if I was okay.
I woke up and he was still beside me. I turned to him, kissed him and said:
"Hey,"
"Hey, baby," he said in his sleepy and soft voice.
"It is 8 am, maybe we should get up?"
"No, come here, let's cuddle for a little bit," he said again, this time it sounded more sexual and even hotter.
I couldn't resist cuddling because my love language was touch.
The day after we did it for the first time wasn't uncomfortable. We spent our day inside and we were just chilling there.
We watched movies, played games, and simply enjoyed each other's company. There was a sense of comfort and intimacy that seemed to deepen with every passing moment. The events of the previous night had brought us closer, breaking down any barriers that may have existed between us.
As the day progressed, we found ourselves engaged in playful banter and laughter. Our connection felt effortless, as if we had known each other for a lifetime. It was a feeling of contentment, knowing that we had found something special in each other.
In the midst of our lighthearted conversations, there were occasional stolen glances and gentle touches that hinted at the passion simmering beneath the surface. The memory of our shared experience lingered in the air, igniting a spark that refused to be ignored.
As evening approached, we decided to cook dinner together. Standing side by side in the kitchen, we shared tasks and traded playful kisses, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation. The mere act of preparing a meal felt intimate and meaningful, as if we were nourishing more than just our bodies.
With the table set and candles flickering softly, we sat down to enjoy our homemade feast. The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by stolen glances and the brush of fingertips. The air was charged with an undeniable chemistry, and it was clear that the boundaries of friendship had been transcended.
After dinner, we found ourselves drawn to the living room, where soft music played in the background. We settled onto the couch, entwining our limbs and savoring the warmth of each other's embrace. The room seemed to shrink, the world outside fading away as we surrendered ourselves to the moment.